Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

Those are hard-won clones, do you really think these clones are easy to create?

Each one consumed their endless resources and effort, representing a precious cost. In particular, the few leading clones they successfully cultivated were among the rare gems that emerged from their countless resources.

Why send them all out this time? The original purpose was to test their combat capabilities, bring back process data, and incidentally complete the mission.

But I never expected that the entire army would be wiped out.

It's worth noting that the blood that Mei Mei brought back from Jiang Nian only amounted to about one cup's worth of blood.

These clones were created using three-quarters of their blood.

This means that it is impossible for them to create such a powerful clone army again. The remaining quarter of the blood can only create a small force at most, which is twenty people at most.

Meanwhile, the department leader standing below was ashen-faced and dared not respond. He was filled with fear and unease, and although he opened his mouth, he could not utter a single word. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Elder, please give me another chance, please give me another chance!"

He pleaded humbly, filled with fear.

But the elder listened coldly and disdainfully, speaking in a calm yet terrifying voice:

"No matter what you do next, I will absolutely not allow this situation to happen again. Otherwise, neither you nor anyone in your family, including your beautiful daughter, will be able to leave this space."

I think you know the consequences better than I do.

Upon hearing this, the man quickly nodded:

"Yes! Yes! I've got it, I'll get on it right away!"

He dared not delay for a moment and hurriedly walked out, his heart filled with hatred.

That wretched old man, that old codger, so weak he couldn't even kill a chicken. If we really started fighting, he could kill the other person with a single punch.

With his current status, what can't he accomplish?
But the problem is that he really can't punish this old man.

Thinking of this, the man was filled with immense pain and clenched his fists.

Although he is in a high position now, it is difficult for him not to be restricted. Those above him, especially this old man, have used many despicable means to control him, one of which is to imprison all his relatives in this space.

If he dares to force his way in, his family will not have a good outcome.

To ensure his men wouldn't rebel, this old man had pacemakers implanted in their hearts.

If his heart stops beating, he will receive immediate medical attention.

If the pacemaker fails to activate within half a minute, it will immediately transform into a bomb, instantly detonating the entire palace. This would kill all the families of the high-ranking officials trapped inside, leaving no one alive.

That's why he can still calmly point fingers at these people.

The elder felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched the man leave, his eyes filled with deep anger and his fists clenched.

"How about it?
Isn't that interesting?

He looked at the girl next to him with a wicked grin and asked, "..."

The girl looked frightened and quickly nodded, trying to speak in a voice that would please the other person:

"You're the best!"

Upon hearing this, he was already over sixty years old.

Even the eighty-year-old elder became excited and then started touching the girl inappropriately, causing her to scream.

At this moment, after leaving the palace, the man immediately went to the research department next to him, which was responsible for studying Jiang Nian's blood.

Upon entering the central area, the man, his face grim and extremely unpleasant, gave the following orders:

"You must use all of these remaining blood samples right now!"
Remember, this time we'll use a different research subject, without being detected, and then send them to a designated location to make a fortune from them—that's our main objective!

The researchers simply nodded blindly. What these clones would do was of no concern to them; they were only responsible for the research, and they didn't care what the final data results involved.

Just like this time, when all the clone troops were killed, they were unaware of it and still thought the clones were fighting bravely on the battlefield.

Although he didn't understand why the remaining blood should be used, the elderly man with gray hair excitedly thought:
It must be because the clones I developed shone brightly on the battlefield that we need to continue making them. Great! I really am the best one!
The old man was overjoyed.

Because he always knew that North India's scientific research methods were actually inferior to those of Great Xia, under such circumstances, his scientific research level would also be perceived by others as being inferior to that of scientists from other countries.

But he couldn't accept such an evaluation.

He always considered himself a genius scientist, comparable to the top physicists. He believed he could become a legendary figure, but repeated failures caused him great pain and resentment.

Suddenly someone told them that they had obtained Jiang Nian's blood sample, which made him extremely excited.

Through his previous simple study, he already knew that Jiang Nian's blood was full of vitality and powerful energy, which was incomparable to ordinary human cells. This directly amazed him, as he had never seen such powerful cells before.

At that moment, he knew his chance had come.

Because for so many years his main focus has been cell research.

In this respect, he dares to claim second place, and no one dares to claim first.

Finally, he was able to succeed in such a short time because his research on cloning technology had reached its pinnacle.

This time, Jiang Nian's blood sample provided him with the perfect opportunity and help.

Because none of the previous clones survived for more than a month. They either died halfway through because their body cells lost vitality or because they could not adapt to the environment, which ultimately came down to their cells not being vigorous enough.

It may even have lost its activity.

After all, clones themselves do not have the ability to sustain cell vitality.

It was precisely Jiang Nian's blood sample that made up for this deficiency.

Because Jiang Nian's cells not only possess strong vitality, but also have the special ability to continuously absorb the essence of heaven and earth, that is, internal energy, to strengthen themselves, making the cells more resilient and maintaining their vitality.

However, this situation can only last for a few hours.

However, as long as there is a container or a thin layer of special cortex protecting these cells, they can maintain their vitality.

Previously, a clone could be kept alive for up to a month using ordinary cells. However, by combining with Jiang Nian's cells, this time can be extended to ten or twenty years.

Therefore, his true success relied on Jiang Nian's blood.

So at this moment, the old man realized that he could continue to create clones.

He was extremely excited and immediately made a promise:
"Do not worry!

Leave this to me. I'll make a new batch of clones for you in ten days at most!
Where will we deploy it this time?

Ideally, we should obtain blood samples from people in that area for matching; this would allow them to infiltrate the area undetected.

Upon hearing this, the man nodded:

"Do everything as you say."

"By the way, this time don't let them all look the same. Separate them; I want them to blend completely into the local environment. This will enhance their camouflage and prevent them from being easily detected; otherwise, their role will be completely ineffective."

"okay, I get it."

The old man nodded, made a note of it, and then turned to look at the remaining blood of Jiang Nian in the glass behind him. He carefully extracted it with the most sophisticated instruments and then stored it in the most sophisticated freezer.

Looking at this last sample, he felt a pang of reluctance and thought:

Such treasures are far too rare.

I wish I could have more words!
Why didn't you bring more back?

No, I must report this to my superiors and make sure I get more blood so that I can create more clones and conduct more research. Otherwise, the current quantity is far from enough!

"By the way, how are the data for that batch of clones this time?"

Isn't that great?

He looked at the man with excitement.

Because he was very confident in his creation, he had personally tested the clones' physique and abilities and knew that they could tear steel apart with their bare hands under normal circumstances, and were as fast as cheetahs, with speed and strength comparable to humanoid armor.

The man's face was gloomy, and he said disdainfully:

"Your forces are utterly useless; they've all been wiped out!"

"what?"

The old man suddenly exclaimed in surprise and asked in disbelief,
"With their physical strength, they could withstand the main gun of a tank without any problem, so how could they have been wiped out?"
Could it be that the other side really used such heavy weaponry?

Thinking this through, the old man belatedly realized that he truly believed this to be the case, and a scene of a large-scale war had already been conjured up in his mind:

Their clones charged forward, but the enemy used heavy weaponry; a missile struck directly, obliterating their clones.

Although clones can withstand bullet attacks.

That doesn't mean it can withstand artillery bombardment; the two are not even in the same league!

The old man angrily pointed his finger directly at the middle-aged man's nose and began to curse:
"You're crazy!"

Didn't I tell you that this is the most valuable practical material? We must make them experiment on the battlefield where only rifles are used? How can they possibly survive if you send them in front of tanks?

This is such a waste!
What a waste!

He felt as if his heart was bleeding. Those were his most precious practical materials, and they were gone just like that. They were the result of his hard work and countless days and nights, the culmination of his life's achievements, and the best tool for him to prove himself. And they were gone just like that!
The man remained silent, only letting out a cold snort. His icy gaze was fixed on the old man, a hint of ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.

Under that gaze, the old man trembled, his eyes darting away, his emotions uneasy, and his voice trembling as he said:

"Um... please be careful next time. I'll start making new clones right away. Don't send them to large-scale battlefields like this anymore. It won't yield the best experimental data and won't help our experiments at all."

Seeing the old man's softened tone, the man sneered inwardly:

How dare some old man give him orders? Does he really think he's something special?
If it weren't for the fact that his research results were still needed and had some value, he would have shot the old man dead long ago for daring to treat him like that.

"Hurry up, I need to see results within a week, or you'll be in serious trouble!"

The man coldly threatened, then slammed the door and left, showing no respect whatsoever to the top scientist.

This made the old man feel extremely humiliated:
why?
He is already so outstanding; with his abilities, he would be a top scientist in any country. Research institutions around the world have gone to great lengths to get him to come over.

But he stayed in this department because he wanted to serve his country.

But why do these people take themselves so lightly?
why?
why?
The old man was puzzled and roared angrily in his heart, his clenched fists burning with rage, wishing he could beat the man to a pulp.

He looked at the other students, who, like him, dared not speak out against their anger, their hearts filled with grief:
What's the point of them staying here?
They didn't receive the respect they deserved at all!

"Teacher, shall we go?"

One of the old man's registered disciples spoke angrily, his face showing an air of impending violence.

Seeing this, the old man's anger subsided considerably, and his mood calmed down.

Yes, he has his own good apprentices accompanying him. These are his most precious treasures. They are his legacy and can ensure that his research continues. They are his most important resources.

The old man smiled slightly and suppressed his thoughts:

"It's alright, just treat it like a dog barking, why take it to heart, let's continue our research."

Seeing this, the disciple, though filled with unvented anger, could only nod with a wry smile, knowing that his master had truly let go.

He didn't dare to really confront that man. If he really dared to make a move, he would have done it just now. Why wait until now?

Because he knew very well how terrifying that man was; the other man could take on ten of him with one hand and he wouldn't be a match for him.

Because the other party was extremely ruthless.

Countless times, the man used extremely cruel methods when training his men. Some of the new recruits were still greenhorns, just kids.

But he never hesitates to strike.

To force them to overcome their fear and become fighting machines, they attacked relentlessly from the start, leaving several new recruits with dislocated bones, sprained limbs, and countless unscathed injuries, turning perfectly healthy men into unrecognizable figures. (End of Chapter)